Have you Ever Read a Book that Reveals Behind the Scenes "possibilities" for Real Crimes? Her Final Hours by Hunt - A Discussion

 

I've been talking a lot about connections I've been making--from books, from News, movies and other media... Others, simply by talking with other people who openly share their truth... My library of ebooks is reaching 3000 books, not all of them yet read. and, within the last decade especially, I find I've been reading any book differently from my own earlier reading of all genres. But, I could be wrong, admittedly, it seems to me that more fiction writers use what is happening in the news as a basis for brainstorming.

The Cult of the Constitution written during that period also includes reference to the present president. I didn't need to "make" connections to that one, thankfully. I appreciate her being willing to get specific with Truth behind what she writes as a learned professor. We need more of that specificity. Unfortunately at the same time, we may not be able to learn much about a book just by its title and description. Having our country split at this time has especially resulted in my own purchasing concerns. I refuse to read a book that presents a point of view supporting, say, Christian Nationalism. As you know, I no longer routinely accept books for review. I choose to buy every book anybody has referred to me for comment--and only if I want to read that book.

You will see that I included just one of the thousands of videos available on the Epstein files/Victims--by the way I've read one from a victim and is available by hashtag search. As many of you know, constant news is available on the actuality of linking teen girls with unknown men for sexual reasons. As of right now, only a few of those men to who "used" those girls have been identified. Her Final Hours provides an excellent source by which a conceptual process of the Epstein Business actually worked... The one key difference in this book? All men involved were not necessarily rich, but they could...get...rich... $3M at a pop to be exact...OMG... If you are interested in that book for purposes of learning more about how rich men crave power over girls, read this book... On the other hand, I highly recommend this book purely as one of the best Psychological Suspense Thrillers I've ever read... I've checked and this book has plenty of reviews, so I'm diverting off into "connective" related thoughts.

Noah clicked on his flashlight and began to make the trek through to the pond. As he got closer, the peaceful sound of water gently lapping against the shore was replaced by the ear-bleeding drone of rock music. He could see the light of fire flickering through the trees and a cluster of figures, some were in groups, others dancing. He breathed in the crisp fresh air, taking in the scent of pine and earth. A group of teens was gathered on a small beach area where people could be found swimming or sunbathing in the summer months. Instead, tonight was cold. Snow had fallen, making it the strangest place to hold a party and yet secluded enough that they knew nosy neighbors wouldn’t call the cops. Several hiking trails fissured through the forest near the pond’s edge. The trees around him were tall and majestic, the underbrush covered by a thin layer of snow. March was an odd month. It was often when mother nature would deliver some freak weather. He liked to think of it as the last push of winter. As he got closer, Noah could see the glow of a fire pit illuminating the faces of teens and casting flickering shadows across the surrounding trees. The music boomed from a portable speaker. The beat thumped, and he noted teens dancing provocatively to the rhythm. A waft of burning wood mixed with the odor of alcohol hit him as he passed several teens completely engrossed in their world, oblivious to his presence. Many looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He felt a surge of anger and concern rise. He took a deep breath to steady himself just as his boot kicked a bottle, and Noah looked down to see several empty bottles scattered. He asked one of the teens. “Have you seen Mia?” “Who?” the teen replied, a hint of sarcasm coming from his alcohol-fueled brain. “My daughter,” he replied, his voice tense. “She’s supposed to be here.” “I don’t know, man.” The guy shrugged, his eyes red from smoking too much pot. Noah heard him ask as he walked away why an old dude was at the party. Noah pressed into the knot of teens. That’s when he spotted Mia on the far side. She had an arm draped around some guy sitting on a log. He was holding a beer bottle. As Noah elbowed and turned sideways through the crowd, Mia locked eyes with him. In an instant, she dropped her drink and muttered something in the ear of the guy, who looked Noah’s way before she peeled herself away. Within feet, he could smell the alcohol on her. Although eighteen was the drinking age in some countries, not in New York. He thumbed over his shoulder, not hiding his disappointment. “Let’s go.” She glanced at her phone. “I’m sorry, Dad. I should have….” “We’ll discuss this on the way back.” “Hey, hold up, you’re Mia’s pops,” the guy said, making his way over. “I’m Teddy.” Noah turned back to him as he extended a free hand. The other held his beer. “Ah, I’m guessing you’re the guy.” “The guy?” “How old are you, Teddy?” “Eighteen. Why?” Noah took out his badge. His jaw dropped. His gaze bounced to Mia. It was clear she hadn’t told him. “And that matters because?” “If I have to explain it to you, we’ll do it at the department.” Noah summoned a smile before brushing past him and crossing to where the music was playing. He switched it off, and silence fell over the group. “Party is over. Go home!” He took out his badge and lifted it. Multiple teens dropped their drinks and took off into the forest like it was some raid. Others remained, grumbling, a few throwing out curse words. Noah made his way back to Teddy. “I’m going to cut you a break. But next time, Teddy. It won’t just be me rolling up here. If I catch you around my daughter again, you and I will have more than words.” He heard Mia say something, but he didn’t catch it. He turned and took hold of her arm to lead her out. “Dad. Get off me. You’re embarrassing me.” “You’ve already embarrassed yourself. Now let’s go.” They marched through the forest back to the vehicle without another word spoken. He was fuming. He could understand now why Lena was struggling to deal with Mia. As Mia climbed in, she cursed. “Why did you lie to me?” he asked as he fired up the engine, and it growled to life. “You lied first,” she shot back. “What are you talking about?” “You said that things were going to be the same.” “And they are.” “You pulled me out of school and put me in High Peaks. I don’t want to be there. My friends are here.” “I did it to make life easier.” “For you. Not for me.”

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Psychological Suspense is just that--the book will keep you on edge until the final hours...or the climatic scene of the book. My thought at this time is that I don't want to take away from that insofar as possible. I'm going to try to share about this book through what you might call Character Introduction...

Noah is head of a team that handles criminal cases--in this book there are five different murder actions that run throughout the entire book. Noah is in the center of four of them. Another officer is in the center of the other...

Given the topic of the events I will be giving facts and not revealing scenes through the book. I know what I mean in saying that, but I hope it doesn't fail to provide sufficient information...

• The cases in which Noah are involved are--two cold cases, and two happening in present day. The cold case occurred when he was a young man. He was dating a wonderful girl. She disappeared. Many looked at Noah to be the likely individual to be involved. He was not. It led him into his chosen career. Since that time 25 years ago, there have been many young girls who have disappeared. A new investigation began when a young teen half naked was found on the railroad tracks at night and railroad workers found her, barely alive. They called for help but were shocked to see that letters were on her body. When they got closer they realized that it was hundreds of names written perhaps "etched" into her skin... As Noah began to feverishly try to work with a girl that had no memory, it was later in the book when his own daughter was taken. Sho had been traumatized when her mother died, forced to relocate, and started acting out and going out at night. One night somebody stopped her. A trade of the two girls were demanded. The fourth was also a cold case that was very personal. Noah's wife had died. Noah felt that she was murdered and had been working on it for as many years as she had been gone... He found her killer...
• The other murder which was also under this leadership was a battered wife case, the woman was the sister of another officer in Noah's area. The man had been released for "good behavior" but was just as evil as he ever was, even if the jails deemed him able to be released. The first thing he did was to go after his wife. Although not assigned, her brother "handled this case."

 “No. No, you don’t get to do that. Just stop. I’m not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you, Maddie. Not like how you hurt me.” His tone was laced with bitterness. “Let me go.” “Once you stop fighting me.” “How did you get out?” He grinned, leaning forward and whispering in her ear as he breathed her in. “Good behavior. At least one of us has been good.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t play coy, Maddie. I’ve seen you with him. Why are you attempting to replace me? Huh?” he asked, his voice dripping with venom as he demanded answers. His face contorted, anger and longing taking over. He wanted to understand, understand why she’d hurt him. “You better let me go. He’s coming here.” “No, he’s not. Don’t lie. Right now, he’s working on a construction site on the west side. Like clockwork.” “You’ve been stalking me?” “Stalking? Is that what you call it?” “You’re breaking a no-contact order.” “Am I?” “You put me in the hospital.” “You put yourself there. I told you to back off. To leave me be. To not keep pushing my buttons. But oh, no, you couldn’t listen, could you? Too busy trying to play the good girl, the law-abiding citizen. How easily you forgot what you did before that. Does Daddy know? Huh? What about your brothers? Don’t you remember?” He paused, hoping that she would nod in agreement. Maybe even smile at who they were — how they were. “We were good together, Maddie. We can still be good together. I’m willing to forget the past. Put it behind us. Of course, that requires you to do the same. Starting with cutting that loser loose.” “Fxxx you!” Tommy brought a hand up. “Go on. Go on. That’s what you do. See what happens.” He lowered his hand, then snatched her phone from hers. Before swiping through her contacts, he brought it up to her face to unlock the screen. “Jake Randall. Huh. How about we call him? And you tell him you no longer want to see him. It’s over. And you’ll put his things outside your house for him to collect.” “Never.”

He drove by a cop car idling in a turnout and smiled. The chase had begun. Tommy was now driven by a toxic mix of obsession and revenge, and today had set the wheels in motion for a sinister game. At the heart of it all, Maddie and those around her would soon discover the line between hunter and prey was about to blur, where anything could happen and would. And only one would be satisfied, and he fully intended that to be him.

Many of you I am sure have been wondering just how long Epstein had been kidnapping young teens... We have learned that at least 1000 girls had been taken. The difference was, that for whatever reason, the girls were kept alive and released (we assume all of them).

In this book, there was no count or even awareness that a cult of individuals were "hunting" and kidnapping young girls... As the investigation moved on, I did, however, see another connection, In the book there was a huge hunting club that had increased in size with added programs, including for girls/women. It reminded me that we know that at least one of the girls from Mar-a-Lago had been approached by Epstein's female pimp (that is the book I read). There has also been a release that a father made a report of an approach to his daughter in the dining room... There was also quite some time ago, a mention that women (known to be illegals at that time) working at the club often were requested and went, whether as service people, we don't know, to the home of Epstein. That has not been brought up since his death, as I recall, though. But, as of today, the judge has given notice to the DOJ requesting a response as to why they have not met his announced deadline for all files to be released... Let me just say, the police, in this book, gobbled everybody up in one ongoing attack activity... But Noah's daughter's kidnapping was a different psychologically explosive venture in itself, ending the book, except for routine book closings...

For me, the most fascinating part of this conspiracy group was the mandated secrecy, even to the point of never being able to leave once involved. Epstein was both secretive and open in relation to group parties. 

They had groups based upon individuals' assignments... One for finding the "pigeons," one for gathering them, one for holding them, and on up to those who "funded" the club's activities! There was an option to acquire a "pigeon" for $3M and one man involved tried to do that. Another man was a holder, but fell in love with one girl being held, which led, ultimately, to the main plot of the story.

The police operation to clean up did not cover details, except it became clear that the involved money was flowing through the now, major recreational facility!

A beginning of a conspiracy plot that was just mentioned possibly adds money laundering through a certain club... but that's my mystery solving thoughts and just happened to pop into my mind as I'm writing about the similar correlations of the book to other evil human trafficking activities...

Neither of these thrillers, including the Epstein case, gives a reason--the Why of why men want very young girls...will pay for them to be used for whatever secret reason, or for making money... I've learned somewhere along the line that many who had been drug lords switched to human trafficking because it was much more profitable!!! Does some portion of today's men still crave women as slaves, as mommies to take care of them, or as toys to play with and control as adult women rarely do these days? It makes me wonder just how race is "used" when white male supremacists are in control...

When reality documents fiction, to the growing extent that it has, we can see it is a major part of the control activities of kidnapping people off the streets as well. Is ICE not just a different type of evilness that negatively affects all non-white male supremacists?*

I'd like to think that the new connectiveness is not a symptom of the major problem, but if I can see it immediately, don't you wonder? Suicides of young people has increased. Young students are being murdered in schools, young people are often abused by their parents... even in religious homes, supposedly... Sexual abuse cases have been publicly announced in news of three different denominations that I know of. Several books I've read are about abuse of girls of women, one of them is set in a church, other books reveal the treatment of women by religious leaders across the world... Children are stolen and trafficked into sexual pleasure palaces...

Until I changed my memoir to a journal type rather than two different books, one of which was to be title, A Single Christian Woman: Is Sex All That... If I had more time, I'd write some of my thoughts on this last topic... Beginning with the time period A.D. In the old testament there are many stories about sex. One in particular touched me when Tamar, King David's daughter was raped by her half-brother. First, that means, that David had or kept more than one woman in a harem... or had multiple wives... or just gave a woman he know longer wanted back to her family... Or, another, reselling women to other men is a possibility... Have I missed any type of sexual abuse used by manipulative men? And, Can you blame me when we know that just in the past few days, a young mother was murdered by ICE and immediately the Trump republicans are trying to cover it up, blaming the woman? Just as the offenses performed by masked men working for his administration have attacked man people, including citizens.

What has happened? My first thought was that the Adam and Eve Story was a fairy tale written by men of that time. So they blamed the first woman--the woman who was created by God to comfort the man and be his partner in life... Then think about how sexuality has become a major issue in today's world, not in a good way, in my opinion... Because MEN are the initiators in most cases... It is men who seek out prostitutes, yet the Johns are never arrested... The men who were paying Epstein to find girls for them cannot possibly blame the teens, yet, none of them are being charged and, in fact, hidden from accountability if Trump has his way...

*This terminology, White Male Supremacists was found in the book, The Cult of the Constitution, which points out that the creators of the Constitution were all white male supremacists, some of whom also owned slaves.... There were no woman nor non-white men in this group... Obviously today's citizens were not even considered in writing this document, even if additions have been made, it is clear that they can be "unmade" as was Roe by this administration.

Must all non-white male supremacists men forever stifle the equal coverage of all U.S. people in the U.S.? The question must be asked since it's been going on for thousands of years in one way or another...

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Noah Sutherland Needs to Be in the White House...

Just My Personal Opinion based upon this one book...

Or at least head of FBI, ICE, or some Security Function

Things happen in a good way with a Jack Hunt book!

He is NOT a Male White Supremacist... clearly proven!

Enjoy some intriguing connections from this book...